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I screamed, I cried, but I knew that you would come, and my pain would calm down and I would shelter you in my arms, that look held forever in my heart and that I would never forget.
You come out of the womb, adored child united forever with a golden thread, your body fragile, the love that lived between the two of you strong.
When you cried from cold or heat, from hunger or wet, a language that I understood, my adored child, united forever by a golden thread.
With each surprise that you gave, I was happy to know that you were growing up, with my eyes I followed you and you knew that I was protecting you.
But I allowed you to discover every day, my adored child forever united by a golden thread.

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I look for my soul and my heart, without waiting for a reason, I do it every time.
A path that leads to my truth, even if I have to walk alone, in order to find my identity.
Claim made by my being. At all times seeking to be reborn, so many times I cannot understand.
Life is a spring, but I must always be cordial, in order to find my grail.
Precious source called life, which always finds a way out, even in times when it is confused.
Life is a construction, of small pieces of the heart, that allows us to live with passion.

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I see very precious jewels that my grandmother showed me, among them the diamond, the sapphire and the amethyst that she gave me.
Grandma’s trunk, the one she always kept, that she hid suspicious of someone looking at her, what she loved the most.
Cameos, lion figurines, colored butterflies and a hook that she found, the one she used as an amulet and a letter from my grandfather that told him about her love.
My grandmother’s trunk, the most beautiful I have ever seen, she insists on showing me the contents there, beautiful organza dresses, fine silk from China and a tapestry brought from India, which exceeded her beauty.
My grandmother showed me every trip she made, I was determined to get closer to my grandmother, because she knew that she lost coherence every day and in her world of dementia, my grandmother’s trunk was closed every day.

Colombia is my land, I am Guajira, proud of my ethnic group and my population. I sing joyfully in the morning, I dance to the rhythm of the burning sun, and we all sing together “ta latüsü taa´ín, ta latüsü taa´ín, Aa shi müin, ta latüsü taa´ín. Talatüsu ma´i ta´in, suka nü maain ma´i taya ”.
Respect for my language since it is original, transgenerational teaching, not even the settlers from other lands who came to loot what we had, stole our treasures, but they could never take away what by right belonged to us, our race, our language and our cultural legacy.
The children of our culture learn every day to value, we have a babbler because we do not like to fight and they are considered cultural heritage in Colombia, because of their ancestral wisdom, the thieves never understood that the treasure of our land was not material but he lived in the heart of our community.
I am indigenous and the whole planet I want to show you that I am Wayuu, always in my ranchería hammocks hanging full of chirrinchi in case strangers come, in gods I believe Maleiwa my creator God, Pulowi my Goddess of life, and to celebrate with guajiras blankets we dance The beautiful women of my ranchería, the men are not left behind, because they still wear waireñas, a hat and a shirt. My house is a very large maloca because it is communal, happy I am in the land of the sun, because my ancestors, grandparents and parents are indomitable, always understanding that the Guajira land lives in the heart, and from there always remains a seed of love.